If Ever I Should Affect

All Men Will Be Peters In Their Bragging Tongue, And Most Men Will Be Peters In Their Base Denial; But Few Men Will Be Peters In Their Quick Repentance.

Hope Is To A Man As A Bladder To A Learning Swimmer--it Keeps Him From Sinking In The Bosom Of The Waves, And By That Help He May Attain The Exercise; But Yet It Many Times Makes Him Venture Beyond His Height, And Then If That Breaks, Or A Storm Rises, He Drowns Without Recovery. How Many Would Die, Did Not Hope Sustain Them! How Many Have Died By Hoping Too Much! This Wonder We Find In Hope, That She Is Both A Flatterer And A True Friend.

The Boundary Of Man Is Moderation. When Once We Pass That Pale Our Guardian Angel Quits His Charge Of Us.

Arrogance Is A Weed Which Grows Upon A Dunghill; It Is From The Rankness Of The Soil That She Has Her Height And Spreadings: Witness, Clowns, Fools, And Fellows, Who From Nothing, Are Lifted Up Some Few Steps On Fortune's Ladder: Where, Seeing The Glorious Representment Of Honour Above Them, They Are So Eager To Embrace It, That They Strive To Leap Thither At Once, And By Over-reaching Themselves In The Way, They Fail Of The End, And Fall.

There Is No Detraction Worse Than To Overpraise A Man, For If His Worth Proves Short Of What Report Doth Speak Of Him, His Own Actions Are Ever Giving The Lie To His Honor.